Saw 300 on Sunday with Silver. Excellent, excellent movie, with LOTS of computer animated blood flying!
I turned to Silver at one point during the show and asked her why all the warriors weren't drenched in blood, since they were spilling it so copiously, and she suggested that maybe they were sweating it all off.
And no, in case you're wondering, I didn't worry about head lice at all while watching the flick, I think I'm mastering that phobia...YAY, ME!
The only thing that bothered me during the whole movie experience was the parents who brought the entire brood of kiddies to watch...5 kids aged about 12/13 down to maybe 4/5.
WTF were they thinking?! That they didn't want to pay for a babysitter? Well, I can tell you that their sleep in the foreseeable future is sure to be interrupted by nightmares suffered by the youngest of the children, at the minimum.
What happened to taking the kids to see a Disney flick, anyway? They don't ALL suck!
Well, now that I've gotten that out of my system, let me share a little vignette from the spa that got lost in all the sleaze of my last post.
The spa I work at is located at the opposite end of a hallway from the casino wedding chapel. There were NINE weddings scheduled on Valentine's Day (how cliche, no?). At about five minutes to 5:00 PM, two handsome, young, tuxedo-clad men, made notable by the panicked expressions on their faces, came storming into the spa.
"The wedding chapel, where is it?!" one gasped. My colleague and I pointed to our right and said, "All the way at the other end of the hallway!".
After they stampeded out again, my colleague and I had a chuckle over the close resemblance of the young men's eyes to the eyes of getting-ready-to-bolt horses...white all the way around!
Here's a message to people who, for whatever reason, don't want to leave a tip for their therapist or aesthetician...DON'T LIE!
I might hate you and feel bad for your therapist/aesthetician when you say, "No, thanks.", when I ask if you'd like to leave a gratuity, but I will respect your honesty.
Don't tell me you just have to get some cash and you'll be right back, or any of the other lame-ass, ridiculous excuses you come up with!
Just say NO.
That's all.
4 comments:
I will never understand why parents bring their wee ones to R-rated crap movies. "Here honey, I'm worried about you because all my friends' kids think there are monsters under their beds!" *shakeshead*
>>And no, in case you're wondering, I didn't worry about head lice at all while watching the flick, I think I'm mastering that phobia...YAY, ME!<<
Christina, you mean during that entire movie, with your head leaned against a headrest last used by a hygienically impaired God knows whom, that you didn't EVEN ONCE fell crawly? Like something tiny and insidious was moving from the fabric to your scalp...creeping...crawling...scurrying about amongst your follicles...burrowing into your scalp...laying thousands of little eggs that will only mature into more creepy...crawly...burrowing...little vermin. ;)
You may tell your therapist he has me to thank. *grin*
Thanks a LOT, AD!!!!!
Actually, I did have a brief moment like that when I first sat down, but since we got to the theater just before the movie started, I really didn't have time to start freaking out. (Usually we like to be there REALLY early, like they're-still-
cleaning-the-theater early.)
I have no problem telling someone if they're not going to get a tip because I wasn't satisfied with the service.
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